come down to the ol’ family fourth a joo-lie pickanick, and hear my mom (that’s my mom – the mom that played piano in sunday school) singing old wobbly songs…..i mean i know my dad’s side of the family are all pinkos, but i thought mom was a more recent convert…..i guess there’s more than one reason she hooked up with dad.
and then (and here’s where the title come in) i discover that my favorite uncle and aunt, who i’ve talked not much to in the past 9 years even though we only live 2 hours away – are Kossacks!
small fucking world i guess, and perfectly fucking wonderful to be sure, to paraphrase R. Crumb.
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